help me help you feed me

Skadi was having the best of luck this week. For the second time in a row she'd stumbled across a wounded deer. She didn't know who was running around breaking deer legs but she certainly wasn't going to complain. An easy(er) meal was an easy(er) meal. And she needed to practice her skinning and tanning, and deer were a good size for that. She really needed to get a companion with hands that would make the process so much easier. But in the meantime? Practice, practice, practice.

This deer was moving a bit faster than the last one she'd found. Once she'd scared it out of the brush it had taken off at a pretty good clip and quickly left her behind. Granted, she wasn't really trying at this point, but it was fast. Like the other she was going to need some help to ensure she didn't get a swift set of heels to the face. And the best way to make sure she got the help she wanted was to bark about it. So that's what she did. Skadi would accept any and all helpers.